streetlamp

the lively leaves dance across the empty street, interupting the the atmosphere of the night

in the back, an abandoned swing creaks with amusement, surveying the scene

the streetlamps illuminate the area, dusting their light upon the forgotten sidewalk

shadows slip around every bend, turning, sliding, twisting

spirits dart around in unison, turning, sliding, twisting

the whispers in the air personify their discussions, giving them life in the dark

jumping and running from light to light, a lonely shadow strays from the bends, disappearing within the dark outlines near the road,
their reappearance in the light of the lamp gives an eerie aura about them

turning, sliding, twisting, they go

the wind hushes, and the swaying grass hesitates

a lonely and curious car rolls down the cool street, slowly, expectantly

the shadow appears in the light of the streetlamp, bearing a smoky coat with hidden eyes

wind gushes, dragging mist and dust away to the air, away from the shadow, like a sand castle

slipping, twisting, turning

quiet rolls through atmosphere, flowing through the ears of the shadows that be near